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You know who you are.
When they take from you the names by which you have known yourself, and you think they have left you alone, bereft... they have given you back into your own keeping, returned you to the care and the grace of the only irrevocable relationship you will ever find. When you reach out for a label, some connection to grasp, some role into which you can slip like a child putting on a snowsuit... you are forgetting the relief it was, to come inside and shed the restriction, peeling away the weight with impatience.
There's a space we can never step into, while we're holding some other hand but our own. There are things we never know, while someone else's wants echo around us. We never face a true reflection if we only see ourselves through another's eyes. Mourn your losses, but don't forget to make use of the gift. You are much more than you know.
When they take from you the names by which you have known yourself, and you think they have left you alone, bereft... they have given you back into your own keeping, returned you to the care and the grace of the only irrevocable relationship you will ever find. When you reach out for a label, some connection to grasp, some role into which you can slip like a child putting on a snowsuit... you are forgetting the relief it was, to come inside and shed the restriction, peeling away the weight with impatience.
There's a space we can never step into, while we're holding some other hand but our own. There are things we never know, while someone else's wants echo around us. We never face a true reflection if we only see ourselves through another's eyes. Mourn your losses, but don't forget to make use of the gift. You are much more than you know.
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